There were some of me but they turned into photoshop fun, it hurt my feelings so I took them down and replaced them with the kidlet. No one can make fun of a cute kid. Thank God she is cute or I would have to photoshop fun them myself, then I would feel bad later down the road for making fun of my own child.
I understand if the women were stay at home moms and their WHOLE life revolves around their kid, as mine does, but when you work, you have a whole nother side of life that you can talk about.
I normally just shut up around people before I go off on "Hailey did the CUTEST thing today!"
When you have children one day, you will do nothing but talk about them, I promise. Oh, and Darcler isn't fat.
If I have children (which I won't God willing) I will not talk about them all the time. That is the difference between men and women. I know one guy at work who talks about his kids all the time. He is in his mid 30s, his desk is covered with Disney paraphernalia and everyone thinks he’s a fag.
And I never said Darcler was fat, unless she is one of the women who I work with that talks about her kids all day long.
Gidan doesnt talk about Hailey. Ginz is right, that is the difference in men and women. Gid now does have a picture of her to put on his desk, which I dont think he has taken to work (ALL THAT HARD WORK TO GET HER STILL, AND YOU DONT DISPLAY IT!!) but other than that, he keeps work and home seperate.
YOu will have children one day, you judgemental prick. Oh, and glad to have you back, I missed you. Funny thing happened, I was on the way out to a house to take a photo and the sitter called. I had to go pick up the munchkin, so he is sitting in my office right now.
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Fucker never listens to me. That's it, I'm an atheist.
Ick, rugrats. I don't loathe the concept as much now at 35 as I did at 25, but still... They're loud, they're annoying, they make insane messes, throw temper tantrums, cost tons of money, mean you no longer have much of a "rest of your life"... No thanks. My brother has a kid, if I ever feel the need to bounce a kidlet on my knee, I'll borrow his for 20 minutes. At least that way I can give the thing BACK.
